Accepting My Calling

An empty beach at sunset with a rock formation visible in the distance.

My call is not in there, in that space, with those borders so vehemently protected with all kinds of violence both physical and otherwise. My call is in me and I believe it is there because I believe God is in me. It is a calling to love. It is a calling to justice. It is a calling to resist.


Rejecting My “Calling”

Maybe in that moment, I wasn't being called by God, so much as I was being found pliable by a gatekeeper of a broken religious structure. Maybe God never intended me to fit myself inside a box that She had never intended be built in the first place.